this place is not mine this place where my mind is kept it pushes me through the walls and windows of other places where minds are kept over and over I do the same thing again over and over I do the same thing again I open doors and run inside houses that aren’t mine I… Continue reading over and over and
Tag: stream of consciousness
Everything is foggy. Why am I so. Foggy. There is a cut just under the knuckle of my left thumb and I don’t know when it got there or how but it has been there at least the last few days and it is not like it is bleeding or there is a scab just… Continue reading Cut.
Minutes Before Sleep
This house is creaking more often than it should, more often that it has before. My eyes run along cracks in the ceiling. I imagine myself small enough to climb up the wall and through one of these cracks. I imagine it runs all the way through the ceiling, up past the rafters and outside… Continue reading Minutes Before Sleep